Page 32 of Dominion

I’m losing control,he had said.

She wanted to be the subject of that loss of control. She wanted to drown in those intense green eyes, see the flash of yellow when his animal side came out. She wanted him to hold her down and have his savage way with her—whatever way that may be.

She brushed her teeth in the bathroom and removed her skirt, hoping she made an alluring sight in the tight t-shirt and panties. She brushed her hair and applied lip gloss and she walked out of the bathroom with intention.

Ben was sitting on the edge of the bed and he did a double-take when he caught sight of her, but as usual, showed no emotion on his face. He stared as she walked to him and stepped between his legs, placing her panty-clad pussy right in his view.

He didn’t touch her. “Go to bed, Ashley,” he said, sounding tired.

Determination made her brave. “Fuck you,” she ventured.

In less than a second she found herself pinned to the bed by a solid hand at her nape, and her panties down. Ben hadn’t even moved from his place, he simply twisted in his seat to hold her captive.

“I think you must want another spanking,” he said.

“Yes,” she panted.

She heard him suck in his breath. He didn’t move. He didn’t lessen the grip on the back of her neck, but he didn’t spank her either.

She remained perfectly still.

Then his palm fell on her ass, fast and furious. She tried to keep still, since she had asked for it, but that only lasted a few moments before the sting set in. Then she wriggled and bucked, twisted and clenched to dodge the punishing blows.

She bit her lips to keep from crying out. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted it all—everything he had to give. Her bottom warmed under his hand, the initial sting fading after twenty or so spanks, turning into a delicious burn as he continued. It hurt, but it also felt good. She craved each stinging slap as it fell on her bare ass. She offered herself up to him, surrendered to his dominance. A pulsing heat grew in her sex, fueling the coil of need within her.

Abruptly, he stopped and released her.

She waited in tingling anticipation, opening her legs wider in a clear invitation.

“Go to bed,” he repeated.

It felt like cold water thrown in her face. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe, the indignity of being spanked and sent to bed too much. But desire made her bold. She scrambled off the bed and climbed over him, straddling his waist and pushing her breasts in his face.

His face twisted, as if in pain. “Don’t,” he grated. Yet one of his hands was already crushing her breast, the other kneading her ass. His grip was bruising, demanding, almost painful. She smashed her body against his, wanting more. His hot mouth landed on her hardened nipple, biting through her bra. Both nipples tightened, tingling for his touch. Her pussy clenched in eager spasms.

He shifted his grip, clamping one arm around her waist and reaching for her pussy with his free hand, rubbing over the silk gusset of her panties.

She lurched at the shock of contact with her most sensitive area, but he held her in place, his fingers slipping inside to slide roughly along her weeping slit.

“Ben,” she groaned.

He dipped two fingers inside her and at the same time, shoved her t-shirt up and yanked it off her with one hand. As his fingers twisted and thrust inside her, he yanked down one side of her bra. His lips fell on her nipple, teeth grazed, tongue flicked as he tugged the bra down to her waist.

Her fingers fumbled with the clasp and she tossed it to the floor.

He thrust his fingers inside her again, hitting her g-spot and making her legs lose all strength. If he hadn’t been holding her up, she would have collapsed to the floor. But he didn’t slow down; he kept finger-fucking her until he had her dancing on his lap, the penetration sending her hips into fantastic gyrations. His cock bulged in his jeans beneath her, impressive in size. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him for stability as he made her squirm with overpowering need. Just as she was about to come, he withdrew his fingers, still wet from her juices, and pressed one against her anus.

She jerked, trying to hide it from him. He held her fast, pushing insistently as his other hand came from the front. He shoved two fingers—oh, God, was that three?—inside her pussy, as one digit breached her back hole.

She bit into his shirt and screamed through closed teeth, holding still.

No one had touched her back hole before.Mess with the bull, you get the horns.Ashley had known Ben Stone would be intense, but she hadn’t expected things to go this way, this fast.

He alternated penetration—first thrusting into her pussy, then her ass, filling her, stretching her, sending her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back in her head, she mewled and yowled like a cat in heat, completely out of control.

The sensations cascaded through her—pussy, clit, and anus all hit with stimulation at once. She arched, shoving her breast against his mouth. The moment he sucked her nipple back into his mouth with a hard pull, she came apart. Throwing her head back, her body bucked on its own accord when the climax began to rock through her. The room spun and her skin burned, scorched in every place Ben Stone touched her.

Before she’d caught her breath, her reality tipped and she found herself on the bed, with Ben easing his fingers out of her. His face held none of the relaxation she experienced, his eyebrows drawn together in pain. He leaned over and kissed the apex of her nether lips with reverence before disengaging and walking to the bathroom.